Erin’s ear. A shiver raced down her spine and she would have stepped away if not for Danny’s hard body.
“A perfect suggestion, Tina,” he said in a voice tinged with huskiness.
Erin refused to look at his face. She could feel the heat of embarrassment working its way up her neck and into her cheeks.
“You’re blushing a very becoming shade of pink,” he said, and she heard the smile in his voice. “I’ll see if I can duplicate the color. It shouldn’t be that difficult since I recall how pale those perfect globes are. I think they’ll redden nicely.”
Erin groaned low in her throat. A sound that should have been small and quiet and undetected. But not in the stillness of the room.
“Back up, Tina, and take your lady’s gown.”
Erin felt the fabric tighten over her shoulders and moved her hands to her sides with an obedience she didn’t have time to consider. The garment was slowly lowered down her body and she pressed her legs together, waiting to step out of the dress, nearly losing her balance when Tina placed a warm kiss at the base of her spine, the area exposed between the corset and her low-cut panties.
Her surroundings were wreaking havoc with her senses. That was the only explanation for her wondering if the woman was going to move her mouth lower. Danny spun her around and she widened her stance and pressed her back against his chest, moisture dampening the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs as she got her first look at Tina. Surprisingly, the slender brunette appeared to be close to Erin’s age and she wasn’t in the mood for introductions. Her gaze was locked on Erin’s pussy and her lips were curved in a wicked smile.
“Other than Philip and Tina and our faithful butler, do you know how many people have seen us slake our desire? Seen you in your favorite position? Bent at the waist, legs parted. Your pussy well presented, waiting for my cock.”
Tina was forgotten as a bolt of pure desire shot to her core and Erin shifted her hips, the motion rubbing her labia together but not doing a damn thing to ease her throbbing clit.
One by one, two men and a woman walked out of their perspective rooms and took up positions similar to Philip, each in front of one of the mirrors. There was no mistaking their vocations. The earl’s valet, the stable master and the cook.
“Six. Your magical number. Ready once again to watch. You can assume that favorite position right now for their benefit.”
Daniel watched her head swivel as she looked at the people who were positioned in a semicircle around the room, his cock growing harder by the second. He’d picked the right lingerie for sure. The snug restraint hugged her curves perfectly. He looked down, enjoying how each rapid rise and fall of her breasts threatened to expose her nipples. He really didn’t want that to happen. Not yet. Once they were free he’d have to suck them, take them in his hands and tease just the very tips with his teeth until she was squirming.
And those fucking stockings. He’d been standing way too close to get the full benefit. But soon. Very, very soon.
He stepped away from Erin, the movement shifting his balls enough that the dull ache dissipated. He’d need control, especially with four other men in the room. He’d passed his parameters for the scene on to Larry and Larry had filled each of the invitees in on who was in command and the penalty for not following Daniel’s lead. They had been given advance copies of a loose outline of how they were to dress and what Daniel anticipated happening from a sexual standpoint.
They weren’t to touch Erin unless she made the request. That caveat had seemed a good thing at the time but now, with her standing in front of him and the padded table in front of her, he wished he’d gone for the voyeur-only rule. Although seeing Tina crouched at Erin’s knees was pretty fucking hot.
Erin hadn’t moved. She simply stared at their audience and curled her fingers
“A perfect suggestion, Tina,” he said in a voice tinged with huskiness.
Erin refused to look at his face. She could feel the heat of embarrassment working its way up her neck and into her cheeks.
“You’re blushing a very becoming shade of pink,” he said, and she heard the smile in his voice. “I’ll see if I can duplicate the color. It shouldn’t be that difficult since I recall how pale those perfect globes are. I think they’ll redden nicely.”
Erin groaned low in her throat. A sound that should have been small and quiet and undetected. But not in the stillness of the room.
“Back up, Tina, and take your lady’s gown.”
Erin felt the fabric tighten over her shoulders and moved her hands to her sides with an obedience she didn’t have time to consider. The garment was slowly lowered down her body and she pressed her legs together, waiting to step out of the dress, nearly losing her balance when Tina placed a warm kiss at the base of her spine, the area exposed between the corset and her low-cut panties.
Her surroundings were wreaking havoc with her senses. That was the only explanation for her wondering if the woman was going to move her mouth lower. Danny spun her around and she widened her stance and pressed her back against his chest, moisture dampening the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs as she got her first look at Tina. Surprisingly, the slender brunette appeared to be close to Erin’s age and she wasn’t in the mood for introductions. Her gaze was locked on Erin’s pussy and her lips were curved in a wicked smile.
“Other than Philip and Tina and our faithful butler, do you know how many people have seen us slake our desire? Seen you in your favorite position? Bent at the waist, legs parted. Your pussy well presented, waiting for my cock.”
Tina was forgotten as a bolt of pure desire shot to her core and Erin shifted her hips, the motion rubbing her labia together but not doing a damn thing to ease her throbbing clit.
One by one, two men and a woman walked out of their perspective rooms and took up positions similar to Philip, each in front of one of the mirrors. There was no mistaking their vocations. The earl’s valet, the stable master and the cook.
“Six. Your magical number. Ready once again to watch. You can assume that favorite position right now for their benefit.”
Daniel watched her head swivel as she looked at the people who were positioned in a semicircle around the room, his cock growing harder by the second. He’d picked the right lingerie for sure. The snug restraint hugged her curves perfectly. He looked down, enjoying how each rapid rise and fall of her breasts threatened to expose her nipples. He really didn’t want that to happen. Not yet. Once they were free he’d have to suck them, take them in his hands and tease just the very tips with his teeth until she was squirming.
And those fucking stockings. He’d been standing way too close to get the full benefit. But soon. Very, very soon.
He stepped away from Erin, the movement shifting his balls enough that the dull ache dissipated. He’d need control, especially with four other men in the room. He’d passed his parameters for the scene on to Larry and Larry had filled each of the invitees in on who was in command and the penalty for not following Daniel’s lead. They had been given advance copies of a loose outline of how they were to dress and what Daniel anticipated happening from a sexual standpoint.
They weren’t to touch Erin unless she made the request. That caveat had seemed a good thing at the time but now, with her standing in front of him and the padded table in front of her, he wished he’d gone for the voyeur-only rule. Although seeing Tina crouched at Erin’s knees was pretty fucking hot.
Erin hadn’t moved. She simply stared at their audience and curled her fingers
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